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took her sister, hand in hand. Walking over to the bench, the twins seated themselves. The boy sitting on the table looked at them, silently. He was blank in expression, staring quite vacantly at the two of them. The girl closed her book, and introduced the silent boy to the girls. “This is Amen. He can’t talk, not for as long as anyone here has known him. When he was found, and brought here, a few months ago, he was covered in blood, head to toe. We don’t know what happened, but whatever it was, it must have given him too great a shock and made him…unable to speak…oh…um…yeah, my name’s Henk.”
              Samana reached her hand out to shake Amen’s. Henk was about to object to her doing so, when Amen examined Samana up and down. Her face was friendly, and her eyes were green and bright. He could feel the good intentions in her heart, with just a look. Feeling her trust worthy, Amen gripped her hand, and nodded his head in approval. Henk smiled and took her spectacles off, and cleaned them on her sleeve. She was wearing a green cloak, as was Amen. It was the standard wear of the Order.
              Henk put her spectacles back on, and had a look of surprise on her features. “I was going to tell you not to bother shaking Amen’s hand, but it seems that he trusts you. He’s a good judge of character. It’s very rare that he lets anyone touch him though, even for something as trivial as a greeting.”
              Samana felt honored after this was brought to her knowledge, and let out a smile of joy. She seemed to be fitting in already. Her sister too had reached out and grabbed Amen’s hand in greeting. Hoosun was happy to see the youngsters getting along, and sat in a comfortable chair. It was padded with soft bark, taken from one of the harvest trees outside. He sat back and watched as the three girls conversed, the silent one watching from his meditative position, between them.
     
     
     
     
     
    -Chapter 3-
Present
    The storm outside had begun to settle. The rain was held back, leaving only but drops falling from the great tree, to moisten the ground below, as they met the end of their plunge.
              Hoosun had decided to take the children out for fresh air. It was cool, and there was a slight breeze on the air. It smelled of sweet dew, falling from the tree above. But soon, Hoosun’s attention was taken from the weather, and rather quickly, as he saw Kaimana running from the lower entrance of the great tower.
              The armored warrior pattered across the open ground, only swaying left and right to avoid any fruit trees that stood in his way, stopping upon reaching his children. His face was strong as he spoke words that would have struggled from the throats of any other that had to speak them, for what he had to say was surely grim. “My daughters…I have to go, now. I know, I told you before we came here, that I was going to leave you here, but…that doesn’t make it any easier for me to do.”
              The twins hugged their father, cherishingly, as he had spoken. They did not want to leave him either. Samana nestled her head up to his waist, which was where her height reached its limit. “I know, father…we do not wish you to go either…but if it is the only way, then I guess you must go. I’m sure we’ll be safe here…”
              Tears streamed down the faces of the twins, as they gripped strongly onto their father. Daimana rubbed her head on Kaimana’s hand, a gesture which he returned warmly, running his fingers through her hair, softly, as he spoke. “Take care of each other, daughters. We’ll all see each other again, don’t you worry about me. No one ever goes away forever.”
              Daimana let go of her father, and looked upon the ground as her tears met the same end as the dew drops from above. “…Father…couldn’t we